Christmas Poems: Get Well Santa! © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Christmas was coming, Santa was down with a cold,
His coat was all damp, and covered with mould.
His sleigh needed painting, it was covered with soot,
And he just couldn't find, one shiny black boot.

Santa's head started buzzing, it was one big fat ache,
When he thought of the toys, that he still had to make.
He wanted to grumble, He wanted to groan,
He wanted to shout, He wanted to moan.

Prancer was howling, with a sore twisted ankle,
Cupid's love song, was starting to rankle.
Donder had given, his reins to the moose,
Blitzen was hungry, for a golden roast goose.

Dasher was sleepy and snoozed in the hay,
Dancer was discoing the midnight away;
Vixen was vexed that her antlers were dusty,
And the cake that she nibbled was way too crusty.

Rudolph had received, too much fan mail,
So Comet was sulking, and starting to wail.
They reared and raced and they pawed at the ground,
Until they heard a soft lilting sound.

It was the sound of a baby, a sweet little laugh,
The ChristChild was waiting, with the oxen and calf.
And the reindeer stopping fussing and gave a great cheer!
Their hearts filled with joy as Christmas was near!

Santa put on a grin, and got down to work,
All day and all night, He never did shirk!
He whittled and carved, with the angels for aid,
And soon every toy was complete, ready-made!

The reindeer were prancing, all set to fly high,
Handing out toys in the Christmas night sky!
They dusted the old sleigh and painted it bright,
On a wintry evening, before it was night.

They hunted and searched for the boot that was lost,
And found it outside, all covered with frost!
They invaded the kitchen, to make a hot broth,
With magic and herbs, till it foamed to a froth!

They served it to Santa and patted his head,
And then do you know? This is just what he said...
'Thank you my deeries! My cold is all gone!
It's vanished away, like this morning's lost dawn!

My head is not aching, it's brimming with cheer!
You really are magic, my beloved reindeer!
Then, with a HoHo! And loud mighty heave!
He alighted his sleigh and got all set to leave!

That midnight, they rode over stardust and joy,
To give every good child, a precious toy!
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